The current Fang Xing was no longer a pauper who had just returned from training. He had money.
Not to mention the good things that he had robbed in the Sect, but the things that he had obtained after entering the Desolate Mountains were enough to make him a millionaire. The monster core of the Fire Scale Snake was worth nearly ten thousand spirit stones, and the best quality spirit stone that he had extorted from Xiao Jianming was also worth nearly ten thousand spirit stones. Of course, this was just a small amount of money. The most important thing was the Dreamsoul Grass.
The large amount of Dream Soul Grass in the valley was worth three mid-grade spirit stones each, which was equivalent to three hundred low-grade spirit stones. All of the Dream Soul Grass added up, there were probably no less than a thousand, which was equivalent to three hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones. This was even more valuable than the monster core of a rank nine monster. This was a resource that could allow ten people to break through to the seventh layer of spirit formation.
But now, this resource was completely in the hands of Fang Xing. He was simply a nouveau riche!
Because of this, Fang Xing was extremely extravagant, using thirty thousand low-grade spirit stones to buy information from others.
He didn't believe that no one would be tempted by this thirty thousand low-grade spirit stones.
After all, this was a sum of money that could be used to buy a rank breakthrough pill from the sixth to seventh layer of spirit formation.
There were at least a dozen disciples in the Blue Cloud Sect who were stuck at the peak of the sixth layer of spirit formation for many years because of this sum of money, unable to advance an inch.
And Xiao Jianming obviously understood this point. He was fuming with anger, but he had no other choice. He couldn't possibly take out such a sum of money to reward the person who provided the information. To him, that wasn't befitting of his identity. Although he had this sum of money, it wasn't for fun. On the path of cultivation, the higher the level, the harder it was to obtain resources. Every sum of money had to be spent sparingly.
Right now, Xiao Jianming was just a little annoyed, secretly hating Shen Jian's idiocy and Feng Qingwei's stupidity. To these two, perhaps they thought that suppressing the Makshin Valley would please him, but in reality, Xiao Jianming hated them for causing trouble for him. If he could suppress the Makshin Valley a little without causing trouble, Xiao Jianming would be more than happy to ignore it. But because of the unnecessary suppression, the disciples of the Makshin Valley were not on his side, and that little bastard Fang Xing seized the opportunity to speak up again. But it wasn't worth it at all.
The sentence that the monster cores belonged to whoever killed the demon beasts was originally said two days ago. After the disciples of the Makshin Valley and Mountain River Valley ambushed the demon beasts, Feng Qingwei wanted to take all the monster cores for herself and begged him. Thus, when the disciples of the Makshin Valley were doubtful, he casually said that the monster cores belonged to the disciples of the Mountain River Valley who killed the demon beasts, so the monster cores belonged to the disciples of the Mountain River Valley.
But he didn't expect that this sentence would become the basis for Shen Jian to bully the disciples of the Makshin Valley. And because Feng Qingwei helped him once, it became a rule that bound him … But he had no choice, he couldn't deny this sentence. Otherwise, he would be pushing the responsibility to Feng Qingwei, and the disciples of the Mountain River Valley who had always been loyal to him would not be on their side.
Moreover, he didn't take those words to heart in the first place.
After all, it was just a casual sentence. Who would dare to doubt it?
Other than Xu Lingyun, no one had the right to doubt it.
Of course, Fang Xing, this guy who wasn't afraid of death, was an exception. This guy was clearly only at the Spirit Formation Middle Stage, but he wasn't afraid of him at all. After he gave up on investigating the matter of the Purple Mist Orchid, not only did he not obediently go to a corner to burn incense, he even dared to grab hold of his words and coveted the Grasshopper that he injured. This was somewhat out of Xiao Jianming's expectations …
The current Xiao Jianming could only hover in the air angrily. When he found the trace of the Grasshopper, he was the first to rush over and kill it. At the same time, he also had an idea. Since this little brat Fang Xing was so rich and seemed to have made up his mind to go against him, then finding a chance to kill him would be a good choice. But he had to be careful and not let others grab hold of his weakness.
Fang Xing also hovered in the air and found that it was impossible to track the Grasshopper in the air. When he looked around, he could only see dense treetops everywhere. He couldn't see any traces on the ground at all. Helpless, he could only ride the Golden Crow to land and discuss with the disciples of the Makshin Valley. With his experience of dealing with monsters in the past three years, he taught the disciples of the Makshin Valley the tricks of tracking.
"Little Senior Brother Fang, are we really going to snatch Senior Brother Xiao Jianming's prey?"
When the disciples of the Makshin Valley thought of going against Xiao Jianming, they felt a little scared, but also an indescribable sense of excitement.
It has to be said that after staying with Fang Xing for a long time, they were infected by him and became more courageous.
Fang Xing said, "Only a bastard wouldn't snatch it. Why didn't they show any mercy when they snatched your monster? Plus, this rank nine monster's core is enough for seven people to break through to the seventh layer of spirit formation. Aren't you guys tempted? "
When the disciples of the Makshin Valley heard this, their hearts started to beat faster.
A resource that could allow seven people to break through to the seventh layer of spirit formation. In Fang Xing's words, only a bastard wouldn't be tempted.
"Alright, let's do it. Even if we have to risk our lives, we'll snatch it from him!"
The disciples of the Makshin Valley were all excited, each of them rubbing their palms.
Someone suggested, "Senior brother Xiao Jianming is known as the number one among the younger generation of Green Cloud Sect. His strength is too strong. Even if we find that Green Centipede, I'm afraid we won't be able to snatch it from him. Even if we beat the Green Centipede half to death, with one slash of his sword, the Green Centipede would still be his. We need to plan this well. After all, we're not fighting over who finds the Green Centipede first, but who kills the last … …"
Fang Xing couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this. He patted the disciple's shoulder and said, "Young man, you have a bright future!"
The disciples of the Makshin Valley all laughed. When it came to their own benefits, no one would really be stubborn.
Another disciple, after hesitating for a while, suddenly said, "Damn it, I'll go all out too. Junior brother Fang, I have something to show you. This Dragon Tendon Cry Bow was bought with my savings for ten years. I don't usually dare to show it to others … … No matter what, I'll lend it to you today. If junior brother Fang can use it to kill that Green Centipede, I'll only ask for a Rank Breakthrough Pill … …"
As he said this, he carefully took out a bow from his interspatial pouch, instantly attracting the attention of the disciples of the Makshin Valley.
As it turned out, this disciple's surname was Cui, and his name was Cui Baifang. He was also an old disciple of the Makshin Valley. All the disciples of the Makshin Valley aimed to have an Upper Grade Magic Weapon, and this disciple was no exception. He had saved up for ten years to buy such an Upper Grade Magic Bow. However, his cultivation was a little lacking, so he couldn't use the bow to its full potential. Therefore, he usually used his flying sword to fend off enemies.
The most common practice in Taoism was the survival of the fittest. Although he had the bow, he couldn't use its full potential. Naturally, he didn't have enough power to protect himself. He was afraid that others would rob him of it, so he kept it a secret. Now that he had been provoked by Fang Xing, he was a little excited and wanted to lend the bow to Fang Xing to help him kill that Green Centipede. At the same time, he could also fight for a Rank Breakthrough Pill for himself.
Of course, what he was most worried about was that others would rob him of the bow. At this time, he felt an inexplicable sense of trust in Fang Xing, so he was willing to take it out.
Fang Xing's eyes lit up as soon as he saw the bow. The bow was ten feet long, the back of the bow was made of fine black iron, and the bowstring was made of the tendons of the flood dragon. There were fine and simple runes engraved on the body of the bow, and there were also three demon bone arrows that formed a set with the bow. Fang Xing reached out his hand to take the bow, and his finger lightly pulled on the bowstring. Immediately, there was a sound that sounded like the low roar of a hidden dragon, faint and unending.
"Good stuff …"
Fang Xing pulled the bowstring twice and praised it. Suddenly, he looked at Cui Baifang and said, "Give it to me!"
Cui Baifang was stunned, and his face showed a crying expression. He said, "Little Brother Fang, you must be joking, right?"
Fang Xing laughed and said, "Of course I'm joking!"
But in his heart, he was thinking, should I really think of a way to trick him into not giving me the bow?
With the Dragon Tendon Cry Bow, Fang Xing's confidence increased. He immediately flew into the air with the Golden Crow and hovered at a low altitude like Xiao Jianming. If he saw any traces of the Grasshopper, he would take the opportunity to shoot it dead.
If he managed to get the last shot, in front of so many Blue Cloud Sect disciples, even Xiao Jianming would not be able to go back on his words.
More than twenty Blue Cloud Sect disciples had already scattered into the forest. They used all kinds of methods to carefully search for the Grasshopper.
"Old Jin, put in more effort later. If you find any traces of the demon beast, immediately rush over!"
Fang Xing and the Golden Crow hovered in the air and discussed with the Golden Crow in a low voice.
In the air, the Golden Crow was not afraid that others would hear them. It rolled its eyes and said, "If we get the Demon Core, will I get a share?"
Fang Xing pondered for a moment. This was not the time to be stingy, so he immediately agreed and said, "Forty percent!"
The Golden Crow laughed and said, "If you promise me sixty percent, I'll help you find it …"
Fang Xing was stunned and asked in surprise, "You can find it?"
The Golden Crow smiled mysteriously and said, "Don't underestimate Uncle Jin's methods. I can order all the demon beasts in the Disorderly Mountains below the eighth rank. Although I can't order those above the eighth rank, it's not a problem to find them …"
Only then did Fang Xing remember that when the Blue Cloud Sect disciples first entered the forest, it was this bad bird that had ordered the demon beasts to attack them. Also, in the valley where the Dreamy Soul Grass grew, it had also ordered a group of demon beasts to attack him. It was obvious that this bird had the ability to order demon beasts. He immediately said, "Find it. If we get the Demon Core, we'll split it fifty-fifty!"
The Golden Crow pondered for a moment and said, "Deal!"
As he spoke, he circled around and rushed to the back of a mountain peak not far away. After arriving at the mountain peak, he looked around suspiciously. After which, he opened his mouth and spat out a tattered bronze object. It was a small bronze cauldron that was three feet tall, three feet wide, and three feet long. It had four faces and two handles, and it continuously spun in the air. Its aura was simple and strange.
After spitting out the small bronze cauldron, the Golden Crow squinted at Fang Xing to see if he would be tempted.
Fang Xing's eyes lit up and he asked excitedly, "What is this?"
The Golden Crow waved its hand in disdain and said, "It's just a broken cauldron. I borrowed it from somewhere else. It's nothing!"
Fang Xing laughed and said, "It looks good. Hurry up and find it. Don't let anyone see it!"
Seeing that Fang Xing had no intention of snatching the cauldron, the Golden Crow was relieved. It chuckled and said, "It'll be done soon!"
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